Saturday, 28 February 2015

J & the macaroni pie

He said, "It's really up to me
Who I do, what I eat, whom I love, how I see,
Breakfast, dinner, snacks and supper are mine,
My dreams, my deficiencies, my nature divine.

When the pie first arrived I couldn't really know,
Like some existential experience or fire down below,
I doubt my loose thoughts and my reckless intonation,
My life, my death and any predestination.

But the pie answered questions I'd just never asked,
Laid bare secrets and stories, revelations that flashed,
I held it for minutes, maybe hours, even days,
The scripts and algorithms, preprogrammed, preplayed.

Sense will someday prevail, humankind will reveal,
All dark struggles and plots, grievous injuries heal,
For I am what I am and I am also I,
When all fails, I'll remain with my macaroni pie."

Tuesday, 17 February 2015

Love Hotel

Love Hotel

Something to sell?
Scatter the magazines
Run like Hell
Just ask the manager
Taxi driver's yell
We're trapped in secret
Love Hotel

You press a button 
You can take a bath
Make an expression
The madcap laugh
Here is the climax
And the epitaph
Everyone relax
One thing for certain
Time will pass

Love Hotel
She spilled her drink
And lost herself
You like the decor
Sweet souls who dwell
Within this microscope
Our Love Hotel
Love Hotel